Jaymee's Version: thanK you, aIMee, For Taking it Down, I Guess

it's as good an apology as I'll ever get. Red-handed is a hard spot to be, but you deleted it quick. Although it had been there since March of '24, which just means your speed was relative to matters of impending consequence, not conscience. Rest assured as inertia, I think you got it before anyone could clock the line item pixelating into oblivion, the disappearing act of a fraidy-cat magician. The irony of its genre being in your specialty wasn't something I had planned, but I didn't hate it. Relax. Your secret's still safe with me, being as you acted so quickly putting it all out there for me to see.   In other words, I saw you, what I already knew, but made me nauseated to confirm, it was only when you were scared that someone you think you've impressed might go looking for the X, did you scurry. Sit with that. A poet looking to publish anywhere has only their reputation. And it wouldn't take a Sherlock Holmes or a forensic metadata scientist to resurrect your offense; it feels like this is something to remember. My greatest wish for you, because of course you have your hand out, is that you self-reflect, forever more keeping my name out of your mouth, off your fingertips.